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[dindjarin-mandalorian]

Masterlist

(Updated: July 10, 2025)

AO3

The Last of Us:

Joel Miller:

Under the Stars (Joel Miller x OC)

The Mandalorian:

A Soft Place to Land (Din Djarin x OC):

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10

Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15

Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20

Chapter 21 | Chapter 22 | Chapter 23 | Chapter 24 | Chapter 25

Chapter 26 | Chapter 27

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Din Djarin and Grogu:

Safe With Me

Building Blocks

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Din Djarin, Grogu, and Boba Fett:

Lost in the Woods

Happy Holiday Bingo 2019:

“I’m freezing, you’re warm.  Hug me.” (Kraglin/Nebula)

Cuddling under a blanket watching Christmas movies. (Yondu x Reader)

“I can’t reach to put the star on top of the tree.” (Yondu x OC - RavagerQueen)

Had a one night stand and now you’re snowed in. (Steve Rogers x Reader)

“Come sit on Santa’s lap.” (Yondu x Reader)

“All I want for Christmas is you.” (Yondu x OC - RavagerQueen)

New Year’s Resolutions (Rocket and Gamora)

“You. Me. Snowman. Now.” (Thor x OC)

Christmas Shopping with Captain Marvel. (Carol x Reader)

The Avengers:

Steve Rogers (Captain America):

Weekend Plans

Holiday Bingo: Had a one-night stand and now you’re snowed in.

Thor Odinson:

Holiday Bingo: “You. Me. Snowman. Now.”

Captain Marvel:

Christmas Shopping with Captain Marvel. (Carol x Reader)

Guardians of the Galaxy:

Yondu:

The Picnic: Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

Next to You (Epilogue to The Picnic / Flashback in A Birthday Surprise)

A Birthday Surprise: Part One | Part Two

A Ravager Christmas: Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

Road Trip: Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six

Broken Hearts and Laser Guns

Comfort Food

Hands

If I Should Go Before You

Heroes

Delicate

C’est la Mort

A Sky Full of Stars

Flying Lessons

Frozen Eclector 

A Dream Come True

Tell Me I Was Dreaming

I’ll Still Love You

We Can’t Do That Here

Million Dollar Secret

I’ll Never Leave, I’ll Always Stay

Occupational Hazard

A Fluffy Yondu One-Shot

Untitled Yondu Story

Prompt: “You can hold onto me if you’re scared, you know?”

Prompt: “I’m not apologizing for what I said to that jerk…”

Prompt: “Why?  Because I don’t want you to get hurt, that’s why!”

Prompt: “What did you do?”

Kraglin’s New Pet

Holiday Bingo:  Cuddling under a blanket watching Christmas movies.

Holiday Bingo:  “I can’t reach to put the star on top of the tree.” (Yondu x OC - RavagerQueen)

Holiday Bingo: “Come sit on Santa’s lap.” 

Holiday Bingo: “All I want for Christmas is you.” (Yondu x OC - RavagerQueen)

Young Peter Quill:

Comfort Food

Prompt: “I’m not apologizing for what I said to that jerk…”

Prompt: “What did you do?”

Kraglin:

Kraglin’s New Pet

Prompt: “I love you.  Of course I’m gonna defend you like that.”

Give Up the Past

I’ll Keep You Safe (Sequel to Give Up the Past)

Holiday Bingo: “I’m freezing, you’re warm.  Hug me.” (Kraglin/Nebula)

Nebula:

Holiday Bingo: “I’m freezing, you’re warm.  Hug me.” (Kraglin/Nebula)

Rocket:

Holiday Bingo: New Year’s Resolutions

Gamora:

Holiday Bingo: New Year’s Resolutions

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them:

Credence Barebone:

A Credence Christmas Story

[edgebug]

"wholesome" and "pure" are not antonyms of "sexual" btw

[headspace-hotel]

i love love love a character with extreme touch aversion. who goes completely catatonic when someone so much as brushes against them. yes? now make them desperately filled with longing for a cuddle. that's the shit right there

[nondelphic]

writing tip: put words on page. hope this helps. i will not be taking questions because i have not done this

[partywithponies]

One of the most annoying genres of people on the internet are people who act like they believe science is one single monolithic thing. Like, you'll see an article saying something like "scientists studying the movement of tectonic plates", and then in the comments there'll be several smug people saying "smh why are scientists doing this instead of finding a cure for cancer", like. Why would a geologist be doing that.

[nateconnolly]

*hefts my cartoonishly large shovel* It’s gotta be buried down there SOMEWHERE

[midnightportals]

I love rediscovering old music that I used to love.

[medievalsquire]

my knight said we ride at dawn but it’s been dawn for like an hour now and he’s still looking for his other gauntlet

[darkravenclaw]

sorry im daydreaming right now, please try again later

[bevsi]

something I’ve noticed in fandoms lately is a lack of… object permanence? perspective? Just reacting to each episode/chapter of something as if it’s final & whatever plot line they dislike is the status quo forever? like…… have a tiny bit of patience

I kinda understand because a lot of franchises lately have ended in shoddy and poorly thought out ways, but tbh either have some faith in your fav show or just write fanfic

[bevsi]

this combined with people reading a boatload of fanfic between seasons then coming back to the show & getting upset that their headcanons aren’t canon… disappointment is a normal feeling but I also feel like people put themselves through unnecessary stress watching shows they clearly do not like

[chrishayley]

THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE RETURN OF THE KING 2003 | dir. Peter Jackson

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

[knownqueerbaiter]

idk who needs to hear this but it’s healthier for you to just accept that you’re gonna be kinda fat than it is to live the rest of your life miserably trying to monitor yourself to maintain a skinny weight your body doesn’t want to hold onto

[witchesversuspatriarchy]

me whenever the stars are visible

[napoleononthebellerophon]

the amount of lawsuits these exploited children are going to be filing 20 years from now is going to be crazy and im all for it

[prospitianescapee]

Source is Instagram user thatmodernlife. Per Reddit, this post was deleted quickly, and was captioned:

[ahighlyfunctionalfangirl]

content team? does she mean her kids? i hate mom creators already but oh my god

[tipsytern]

was discussing tumblr habits w somebody in a mutual discord server last night and they were so gobsmacked i like to ideally have 100+ posts in my queue at any given time 😭 how many do y’all have in your queue if you use it??

[velvetcloak]

[velvetcloak]

[velvetcloak]

👏👏👏

[fox-bright]

So--when I was in my mid-twenties and the Disaster Ex tried to make me kill myself, the local mental hospital didn't have any beds open in the usual ward for attempted suicides.

What they did have was a single spare bed in the small, comfortable, quiet, wildly expensive facility for girls with eating disorders.

They asked each of the young women currently living there if it was acceptable that I might occupy a bed in one of the rooms for a while, just the long weekend while I was waiting for a doctor's evaluation. I hadn't been violent, I had gone with the cops without putting up any fight at all, and I was still and I was small and all those things were sufficient for me to be deemed safe. So up they sent me, to somewhere high in Western Psych, above the smells and sounds of the denser-packed wards, above where the care workers were harried and frustrated, to a gentle space with seven or eight young women in it.

I was five foot three, and I weighed about 115 pounds. I was underweight for my frame, as a fair amount of that weight was martial arts muscle; I would probably have been ten pounds heavier if I were healthy, with the amount of activity I got.

I was at least two inches shorter than pretty much every other young woman there, six or seven inches shorter than one of them, and I had at least thirty pounds on several of them. The tallest was not allowed to walk, she had to sit in a wheelchair and be pushed around, because her condition was so advanced that the motion would undo what good her hard work had done.

And over the course of the four or five days I was there, multiple of them came up to me alone to quietly tell me that I had the *perfect* body, and they wished they could be as skinny as I was. That I needed to live, because I was beautiful, and if they were as beautiful as I was, they wouldn't need to be here.

Their eyes were on me all the time, in the hours that I wasn't sleeping. I spent a lot of time sleeping, and we took our meals separately (I not needing to be monitored while I ate, and not having my food weighed), but we spent a fair amount of time sitting around in the little shared living room space, talking about movies and magazines and books we'd loved, talking about our families. I didn't talk about my family; they didn't pry.

They were all so fucking nice.

And I could have broken any one of them over my narrow knee. They each thought they were bigger than I was.

Their brains lied to them, every time they looked at a mirror. Every time they looked down at their own thighs. What they saw was not what I could see. They had bright, beautiful eyes in dark hollows, and I could count their vertebrae, could see their ribs winging when they breathed, could see the motion of every tendon on the backs of their hands.

They weren't celebrities. They weren't being paid to have particular bodies, nor were they deep in the toxic sea of having strangers take photos of them to sell to gossip rags if they stepped out of doors in old jeans. They had families and loved ones who were doing everything that they could to protect them, to uplift them and help them be healthy. They were just everyday people--a nurse, a couple of students, a couple of recent college grads, a young woman who had decided it was time to really get help because she wanted to be a mother--and still they'd been so injured by the neverending fucking deluge of body-image bullshit that they were dying of it.

That was in 2009. Things are worse now. I think about them still. I hope that they're all right.

[likorys-shimenawa]

And in case some people aren't aware: anorexia is deadly. There is a point at which your body looses the ability to digest food and you are no longer capable of improving.

[snoopyoftheday]

snoopy of the day